These prompts were written when my muse was being stubborn. It refused to write the normal stuff, and Joodiff sent me these and these little snippets were born. Some are longer than others, most only a few hundred words. The list of prompts are as follows...

Which on hogs the blankets?

Which one cuts the others hair?

Which one makes coffee for the other every morning?

Which one picks up the pizza?

Which one likes their music on full volume?

Which one complains about the crumbs in the bed?

Which one is ticklish?

Which one sings and which one plays the music?

Which one proposes?

So, here they are, separated with each prompt listed at the start.

Which one hogs the blankets?

Boyd climbed into bed as quietly and as gently as he could. It was late, very late in fact and Frankie had properly been in bed a couple of hours already. When he first arrived home he wasn't even sure if Frankie was there, her blue Volvo not parked in the driveway. When he tripped over her pink converse boots in the dark hallway he knew she was in. Rolling on his side to face her he spooned up behind her, tucking in the blankets behind him. Frankie subconsciously shifted so she was tucked against him, his body warmth drawing her closer. Frankie hated the cold and hated being wet, but if she was a combination of both everyone had to beware. Boyd closed his eyes as he kissed her shoulder, he could at least get a few hours uninterrupted sleep.

Boyd woke suddenly, his eyes darting around as he tried to work out what had woke him up. There was no noise inside or outside the house. Frankie was still asleep in bed beside him, so she hadn't woke him having a nightmare. He couldn't work out what had woke him up. It was when he went to roll over and tuck himself back in he worked out why he was awake. He had no blankets covering his left side, his left leg and back were freezing. Turning to look at Frankie he saw why he was cold. Frankie had rolled away from him as they slept, taking the blankets with her. He cursed not so quietly as he tried to tug them back from her, but Frankie being Frankie she wasn't parting with them without a fight. It was like a tug or war, both gaining ground then losing it again. In the end, Boyd lost his temper.

"Frankie, you're taking the piss." Yanking on the blankets hard until he managed to take enough so he could put some between his legs.

Frankie mumbled something that Boyd couldn't quite make out as she rolled over, her body wrapping around his like her own personal water bottle. He waited, making sure she was settled again before he closed his eyes. Frankie was a blanket hog, but he always won in the end as she was his own personal his water bottle